Disclaimer: This fanfiction is based on Stephenie Meyer's novel "Breaking Dawn." No copyright infringement is intended.

Special thanks to my awesome betas Alice's White Rabbit and palmofafreezinghand for bouncing ideas and polishing this for you all.

Visions Interrupted: Chapter 1- Preparations

My body was simply abuzz with excitement. Not only were my favorite brother and my best friend getting married the very next day, they actually let me plan the whole thing. Party planning had always been my forte and my passion, so I guess Edward didn't mind me taking the reins. And Bella? Well, she abhors being the center of attention, so she was being very hands off. Neither of them cared about the wedding's particulars—they could get married in jeans and a sweater with Emmett officiating for all they cared. So, I took control. I wanted it to be absolutely perfect for Edward, who had been waiting so long for love. I knew that after years of attending weddings for Rosalie and Emmett, as well as the occasional vow renewal for the rest of us, he wanted to be the one all the celebration was for. Edward's long wait had finally paid off, and he deserved a day to celebrate his mating. He would finally get to experience the feeling of calmness and completion of being with your perfect match for all time.

With his ability, it was nearly impossible for him to find someone to mate with. He could hear every involuntary thought that could pop into a person's mind, and those thoughts were very blunt. Whereas one might filter what comes out of their mouths, their minds run freely, which makes it easy for Edward to find a reason he doesn't want to be with that person. Usually, their thoughts were too lewd for him and put him off, like Tanya, or they would think nasty things about how young he was, like Rosalie, or any other female who could think any number of things that might hurt his feelings, and that would put him off too. With Bella, he didn't have to hear any of that. She probably had a filthy mind if her pressuring him into a real honeymoon was any indication. But her mind was silent to him, so he'd never know and whatever she thought wouldn't spoil their relationship. Besides, Bella couldn't wait to sleep with him. If she had to get married for that to happen, so be it. That was her whole attitude—she just didn't care about any planning for her wedding. That was fine with me, although I would have liked her to muster some enthusiasm once in a while, like selecting the cake or what kind of flowers she wanted.

It didn't really matter though because I knew what their perfect wedding would look like from the flashes I saw in my visions. Every time I decided something, a picture would flash in my mind, and I could see how well or not it would work with the rest of the arrangements. So, I knew my wedding was going to be whimsical and harkening back to an era long past.

I planned the whole affair in a matter of weeks. After we defeated Victoria and the newborns and Bella and Edward told us all about their engagement, I got straight to work reserving caterers and sending out invitations to all the humans I wanted to invite. This was different than the weddings I'd planned with Rosalie. Bella had a whole human life and lots of people who would want to see her get married, unknowingly seeing her for the last time ever. This was going to be as epic as the graduation party, but this time, it wouldn't be spoiled by the wolves. No wolves meant no horrible visions of death coming for us. Everyone could just relax and enjoy themselves without drama for once.

Everything was under control, but Emmett kept trying to find small flaws in my plans, having always enjoyed playing the pain-in-the-ass brother role. Luckily for me, and unluckily for him, there were no flaws—Alice Cullen knows what she's doing, especially for such an important event as Edward's wedding day. Emmett desperately wanted something to rankle me with, and I saw in his future that he was going to untie the cushions from the ceremony folding chairs so guests might slide off the chairs when they sat down.

"You better not, Emmett!" I growled from my bedroom upstairs. Even though he was downstairs, I knew he would hear me. I heard him groan lightly, and I unfocused briefly from my task of putting the finishing touches on Bella's bouquet to see into his future. He knew now that he would be caught so he wasn't going to try any other shenanigans, thankfully.

While I was in my trance-like state, I decided to check up on Edward's future too. He had been so worried lately about killing Bella on their honeymoon when they would finally consummate their relationship. I already knew that the sex was going to happen—Bella was dead set on it, and she was not going to change her mind anytime soon. Edward wasn't changing his mind either—he had made a promise to her and Edward was nothing if not a man of his word. But he was also more than 100 years old having sex for the first time, and he was nervous that he wouldn't be able to rein in his strength or keep from biting her.

I concentrated hard, looking forward two days from now. The sun shone bright in the windows of the master bedroom on Isle Esme. The room was an utter mess of torn clothing and, inexplicably, feathers. There was no blood to be seen anywhere, however. Bella would be safe. Edward would figure it out.

Satisfied with my vision, I shook my head to clear it and returned my attention to the bouquet. As I fastened the ribbon around the collection of stems, I realized that everything was done, except one more thing—the packing for the honeymoon. How could I have almost forgotten!

Turning to Jasper, who was reading a book as he lounged on our bed, I exclaimed, "I have to go shopping."

His deep chuckle rent the air. "No kidding," he deadpanned. Laying the open book on his chest, he pillowed his head with his arms. "The wedding is tomorrow, Al. What could you possibly still need?"

I carefully laid down the finished bouquet before sliding into bed beside him. "It's not for the wedding but for what comes after," I said conspiratorially, raising my eyebrows for extra effect.

"Is that so, ma'am?"

I bit my lip to hide my grin. Jasper ducked his head and teased my lower lip from my teeth, capturing it with his own. We kissed slow and soft, a hint of need coming in from behind. Our tongues caressed as my desire flared, and I threw my leg over his thighs. "Will there be anything in those purchases for me?" he whispered against my lips.

Chuckling, I briefly glanced into our future. "Yup," I replied, popping the P, sealing the deal with a firm kiss before flitting over to the door. "See you later!" Jasper smiled and waved, looking a little bewildered. But he was used to the whirlwind that was me, and I left, still giggling to myself.

I ran downstairs in a flash, almost running down Esme, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Oh, God! Sorry, Esme."

"Alice, is something wrong? Why are you running?" she asked with concern.

"No, Mom, don't worry—everything's fine—I just almost forgot to get …" I hesitated, not wanting to be too graphic—Esme really was like our mother, and I was sure she didn't want to think too much about what sort of things would happen on that honeymoon, in her bed. "Uh … provisions for Edward and Bella's trip."

"Oh, okay, dear," Esme replied, not seeming to realize what I meant. "I'm surprised you forgot anything. You've been so on top of everything this whole time." She paused, looking wistful. "I wish I'd been able to help more."

A sharp pang of guilt stabbed through me as the realization set in that I wasn't the only one excited about the wedding. Of course Esme wanted to help. She knew Edward for so much longer than I did, and they really acted like mother and son. How silly of me not to realize she might be interested in helping me plan. "I wish you would've said something."

Esme knew me well and could tell I felt bad. "Alice, honey, I know how much you love planning events. It carries you away, and that's okay because everything always turns out beautifully. Nobody could do it better than you. Just let me know if there's anything I can do to help you, okay?"

I smiled with relief and nodded. Esme was so understanding, but sometimes, it led to us walking all over her, however unintentionally. We'd lived together and loved each other for so many decades now, you would think I would have learned by now not to take advantage of the fact Esme would rather not make waves. I had such a bulldozer personality, and my manic desire for a perfect party had ruined many family events in the past, such as Emmett's fiftieth birthday, which he insisted on a party for. I had only known Emmett for a few years, and yet I still took the reins. Esme never protested. I had to remember. I vowed to be more circumspect and considerate of her feelings in the future.

She smiled back and tapped my shoulder, playfully pushing me toward the door. "Off you go, then," she said.

I shot her a wide grin and danced a little circle to the front door, grabbing the keys to my yellow Porsche on my way out.

As I drove toward the mall, I started to think about the final fittings with Charlie and Bella this morning. Bella had, of course, been mostly disinterested, and her gaze was far away, her mind no doubt on how irrevocably her life was about to change. She would be a married woman in less than 24 hours, and then she would be a vampire for all of eternity. I'm sure her revelations were staggering. They had certainly rendered her almost speechless.

Charlie wasn't a whole lot better. He was always happy to see me, but that happiness quickly soured as I began to pin up his suit for the necessary final alterations. He kept accusing me of poking him, which was completely ridiculous and unfounded, thank you very much. I would know immediately if I had stuck him with a pin. Bella knew this too, and she had snickered quietly.

My Porsche made it to the mall quickly, and after spending several hours at Frederick's of Hollywood, I finally settled on ten negligees for Bella to choose from while she was away. Bella was eager for sex but shy, so I refrained from choosing anything that covered too much skin, opting for skimpy and sheer. She had to break out of her shell eventually. Edward would thank me for it, even though I knew Bella would curse me at the same time.

I hopped back in my car and was about to race home when I got stopped by a red light. On the corner was a pharmacy. I immediately realized I would need to stop there too. I rolled my eyes at myself. It's so hard to remember all things human when you've been immortal for decades. I pulled into the pharmacy parking lot and entered the building as quickly as I dared. I was missing my husband and desperately wanted to return to him before he left for Edward's bachelor party.

I walked down the feminine products aisle and picked up a box of tampons for Bella. Although we would never admit it, Bella smelled a bit more pungent to the rest of the family as of late. Edward had become more or less immune to her scent at this point, but the rest of us had more difficulty ignoring it. She was ovulating, and her uterus was beginning to line with blood. She would need these in about twelve days' time.

As I made my way to the checkout counter, I spotted an array of condoms and intimate lotions. I considered getting a box of condoms for laughs but settled on just a bottle of strawberry-scented lotion that would complement the scent of Bella's skin nicely. What use are condoms when both of them are virgins, and there is no chance of a child?

Quite suddenly, my eyes unfocused and odd fragments filtered through my mind. I had a vision of Bella, cold and frozen and impossibly beautiful—a vampire. Behind her, she shielded a young child with red eyes from a threat I couldn't see. I concentrated more deeply, trying to see if the child was a boy or girl, and trying to discern the threat. And then, as quickly as it had come, the vision vanished. I shook my head and noticed there was a woman in the aisle, looking at me with concern. "Are you okay, miss?"

Still a bit flustered by the vision, I just nodded and tried to smile. She glanced at the condoms in my hand. "If you're that nervous, don't do it," she said, brushing past me to continue shopping. Smiling to myself, I shook my head at the box as I replaced the condoms on the shelf and went to pay the cashier for the lotion.

As I walked back to my car, I couldn't help but wonder what on earth that vision was about. Or could it have just been my imagination? Had she dreamed it? Would we encounter an immortal child one day, and Bella would want to claim it? I pushed those thoughts out of my head. Just because she was on a trajectory that showed us defending an immortal child now didn't mean it would stay that way. The future constantly changed as it was influenced by so many variables. Sometimes, a meaningful dream can impact a decision and change a person's future. But it was only one thread among many possible futures. I wasn't going to let this dim and unlikely possible future detract from Edward and Bella's special day. My brain liked to live in the future, but sometimes it took a conscious effort to be present in the here and now.

I returned home a little before nightfall. Carlisle and Emmett were watching a documentary about Alcatraz on TV. I knew Carlisle watched because he loved history and expanding his knowledge any way possible. Emmett watched because the prison was considered inescapable, and he enjoyed hearing the stories of human escape attempts when he knew how easy it would be for him to foil Alcatraz.

"Where are Esme and Rose?" I asked quietly.

Distracted, Carlisle answered, "Hunting."

I nodded and headed upstairs to pack a suitcase for Bella. Edward already packed his, and the luggage waited outside his bedroom door to be snatched quickly tomorrow when the time came to catch the plane.

As I approached Jasper's and my bedroom, I could feel waves of calm permeating the air around me. Typical Jazz, I thought, trying to stop my worrying for a while. I really had been stressing lately, and there was no point in that now—everything was done and ready for tomorrow. I didn't fight the attempt to calm my anxiety, and I relaxed as it seeped into my soul.

I opened the door and found Jasper quietly sitting on the bed, waiting for me. He looked up and beamed as I entered the room.

"Ah, my darling angel has returned," he whispered, reaching out to me. I dropped my bags on the floor and eagerly rushed into his waiting arms. I curled up in the crook of his arm and breathed in his woodsy scent as he stroked my cheek with his free hand. He sighed into my hair and lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes. "Is my hummingbird done for today?"

"Almost," I replied, kissing the end of his nose. "I just have to pack Bella's suitcase."

Jasper's expression darkened at the reference to the upcoming honeymoon. "How's it looking?" he asked with concern. Although my feelings were always at the forefront of Jasper's consciousness, Edward's emotions had been overwhelming him lately. The excitement he could handle—Jasper always liked to feel the happiness in others, especially in Edward since true happiness had been rare in Edward before he found Bella. But Edward's joy was mixed with extreme nervousness and trepidation about the promise he had to keep.

"I checked again a few hours ago. Everything will be fine. None of Bella's blood will be shed. Although, I did see a whole lot of feathers blanketing the bedroom."

Jasper threw back his head and roared with laughter. I looked up at him in confusion. "What's so funny about that?"

He snickered. "Oh, Alice. It looks like Edward will find something else to bite." He erupted in laughter again.

I thought about this for a split-second before realizing what he meant. "The pillows?"

He nodded, and we laughed together for a full minute. When we'd gotten ourselves under control, he retorted, "Wait 'til I tell Emmett about this!"

"Oh, Jazz, don't say anything tonight, okay? Wait until they leave. Edward doesn't need any more teasing from Emmett."

Jasper nodded in agreement. "So, what did you get the two lovebirds?"

I leaped off the bed and grabbed the bags, excited to show him. I laid out the negligees on the bed for him to peruse.

He looked them over and held up a little purple number. It was one of the racier items, with two gaping holes where the breasts would be and crotchless panties. It certainly would leave little to the imagination. Jasper's breath grew quicker. "Can we keep this one?" He looked over at me with hooded eyes. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became saturated with Jasper's undeniable lust.

He rose from the bed, pushing the lingerie aside and onto the floor. I started to protest the careless treatment of my new purchases, but then he was in front of me, caging me against the opposite wall, his woodsy scent assaulting my nose. My knees grew weak. I could never resist his scent. He leaned his face close, his lips almost brushing mine.

If my heart weren't frozen, it would have skipped a beat. I crushed my mouth against his, and he groaned with satisfaction, parting his lips to accept my tongue. As we kissed, I entwined my fingers through his hair, tugging on it. He moaned with the mix of pleasure and pain my strength gave him, and he tore my blouse open to reveal my bra.

He leaned in and snipped the straps with his teeth, revealing my small but supple breasts. Jasper had told me on more than one occasion that my breasts where what he and the French would consider perfect—one breast could fit perfectly in a martini glass. He flicked my nipple with his tongue, and my back arched with the pleasant shock of the warm wet tip. This was exactly what I needed—wonderful release from the tension that the wedding preparations had brought about in me.

I didn't want to wait. We could do it again in a little while anyway, but I needed him—now. I tore his button-down shirt apart, revealing his smooth, muscled chest, covered with small crescent-shaped scars. I traced a few of the scars lightly with my tongue, making Jasper quiver and moan. I grasped his belt in both hands and deftly unbuckled and removed it from the loops of his pants in one motion. "Jazz, I need you. Right now," I said with a low growl.

He grunted, unzipping his pants and slipping his hand under my skirt to tear my panties from my body. The pit of my stomach was tied in a knot of anticipation. His pants slid to the floor—he had gone commando today, I noticed—and he lifted me up, pressing my back to the wall while wrapping my legs around his waist. "Now, Jasper, now," I moaned.

And then he was within me, his thickness enveloped in my warm, wet cavern. He made a guttural sound of pleasure, as did I. "Oh, Alice," he moaned softly. Our mouths joined again, this time with more passion and ferocity.

We found our familiar rhythm quickly and catapulted ourselves to the brink of our arousal as only immortals could do. No human could ever know the depths to which we felt each caress, each breath, each slight quivering motion. It was euphoric and, I thought, far better than anything in this world.

I'd been so wrapped up in the details of the wedding that I hadn't made time for this, so our control wasn't what it normally was. Neither of us wanted to take our time, we just needed this release. There would be time for more intimate, gentle relations later. We reached our climaxes quickly, together. We collapsed to the floor, still connected, still entwined in each other arms.

And then, we heard Emmett downstairs. "Ewwww."

"Well, you don't have to listen, Emmett. That's what the noise-canceling headphones are for," Carlisle retorted.

"Yeah, well, they're made for humans. They don't cancel jack for these vampire ears," Emmett grumbled.

Jasper and I giggled. It was ludicrous for Emmett to be disgusted, since he and Rosalie were the loudest and most destructive out of all of us.

Jasper sighed. "Aw, I'm gonna catch hell from him on the way to Bella's tonight."

"When do you have to pick up Edward?" I asked, hoping it wasn't for a while.

He looked back at the clock. "Not for another hour," he said. He turned to grin at me. "Why don't you put on that little purple teddy, and we'll have another go?"

That was exactly what I'd hoped he would say.